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To Beck’s surprise, the police cruiser wasn’t alone when it pulled up to the scene; a state trooper was tagging along behind them. Two unremarkable beat cops exited the cruiser, one quite young and freckled and the other portly and mustached. From the Massachusetts State Police vehicle emerged a somewhat short woman with short ginger curls peeking out from under her campaign-style officers hat. On each side of her collar were two silver insignias; silver double bars where buttons might be on a formal mens shirt. She took a quick inventory of the scene and took something from behind the driver seat before closing the door. The younger male officer kept a hand on his weapon and approached Hayato from behind, not trying to be at all stealthy but certainly trying to be calm and avoid escalating the situation. The older cop hung back by the cruiser, warily eyeing the situation. [color=royalblue]”Do you have any weapons on you, sir?”[/color] He met the Yakuza’s eyes easily, maybe brashly, keeping his hands conspicuously at his hips in a faux laid-back manner, gun and taser easily in his reach with a flick of his wrist should Hayato give him any trouble.
As soon as both vehicles parked Beck put holstered her gun and maintained a good distance from the werewolf, who was closer to the officers’ cars than he was to hers. She looked to the female trooper and spoke. [color=silver]”Camera is still recording on the dash if you need to take it.”[/color]
[color=steelblue]”Could you get that?”[/color] The trooper requested. Beck gave a short nod and returned to her vehicle. The woman took a few long strides toward Evren and Aava, stopping just in front of them. The headlights gave her a harsh half-lit look, a bit eerie as she stooped in front of the girl with green hair and drying blood on her face and body. She handed Aava a small fleecy blanket to cover herself. [color=steelblue]”I’m Detective Lieutenant Sheridan Merit. Can you tell me what happened here tonight?”[/color]
Evren had kept his eyes down, trying not to attract attention, but was shocked when he realized this person wanted to talk to Aava. [color=cc3300]”P-please, she can’t speak English and she’s very ill.”[/color] he plead. [color=cc3300]”We just want to go home.”[/color]
Lieutenant Merit nodded curtly. [color=steelblue]”We’ll make sure you get home safely. Can you sit tight while we check things out?”[/color]
Evren sucked his lips in nervously as Merit observed them in discerning silence. He turned his attention to Aava, relaxing his posture and lowering his arms. [color=cc3300]”(You can wrap yourself in that cloth. They’re soldiers, but they have to make careful decisions and need us to be quiet. I’ll keep you safe, okay?”[/color]